Controlled by His Voice Box Set (Erotic Romance) (7 page)

I was back in the adult store again. Different employee at the counter, a large girl with too much makeup.

Good. I was wearing a brunette wig with straight shoulder-length hair, a black leather jacket, and a short skirt. Not my usual style. I also did my makeup differently, all pale with dark eyeliner and bright red lipstick. I was hoping the same guy wasn't working so he wouldn't recognize me. I was in luck.

Fuck, it was more crowded today. Nine people. All guys. Shit.

The butt plug section was nestled around the corner from the gay DVD section. I hung around there for a while, figuring out my next move. If anyone wondered why a girl was in the gay section, they certainly didn't ask. In fact, I had a feeling I could get naked and twirl around and nobody would say a word.

The guy looking at magazines had a clear view of the butt plug section. I was going to have to be careful of him. There was a guy near the New Releases DVD's who was also not far away. Every guy in the damned place checked me out.

Shit, maybe I should have worn camouflage pants and a hoodie. But then how would I get the plug up my ass?

I didn't think of that. Under my short skirt there were no panties. Couldn't allow them to get in the way.

I could go home, change, and come back.

No, that's no good. The girl behind the counter would recognize me and wonder why the fuck I changed my clothes.

Unless I came back later
after a shift change.

No!
I cleaned myself out, psyched myself up, and got 'in the zone.' No! I'm going to do this
now.

I moved around the gay DVDs to the other aisle. I watched the girl at the counter. She was reading something I couldn't see, her elbows on the counter. Good.

Magazine guy seemed engrossed in something. Good.

New Releases guy turned and walked to his left. Even better.

This was my moment. All the other customers were more toward the front of the store and wouldn't be able to see me behind the curvature of the racks in front of the butt plug section.

I walked over to it.

There it was. The medium.
Hello, new buddy. You're about to shed your plastic container and get very intimate with me.

I reached out and touched it. I looked back. Nobody noticed me.

I took it off the metal holder that held it in a hole in the plastic sheathing that covered it. Made too much noise. Shit, where's the music?
Stores are supposed to have music, goddammit!

I saw magazine guy turn and look at me. Shit, why did I wear the sexiest skirt I have?

Hmm... I think I know the answer to that. Because I feel fucking sexy. And I don't want to make this too easy on myself. I could have worn a long raincoat too, but I didn't.
If I'm going to do a dirty deed, then I'm going to go full-on dirty!

At that moment, my iPhone rang.
Fuck! I forgot to turn the volume down.
I looked at the caller. It was my dad. Fuck, I have to answer this.

"Hello," I said as softly as I could.

"Punchy", said my dad. "Bad news. They're kicking me out."

"You mean
letting
you out. You're not supposed to want to stay there, dad."

"And I was just getting used to the food. So, can you come by tonight? If you're not busy, that is. So we can talk about what to do to get me home. They want me out tomorrow."

"Don't blame them. Fine. I'll come by later. But I'm in the middle of... uh... class. I have to go."

"Oh, okay. I'll see you tonight then?"

"Yes, see you tonight."

"Love ya, punchy."

"Love you too, Dad."

I hung up, hoping the entire store didn't hear my conversation. I took the butt plug and walked over to the dildo section. A guy and a girl had come in and were looking at the strap-on harnesses. I looked at the scrawny guy. Yeah, I can see it.

I moved closer to the girl at the register behind a rack of DVDs. I was in the Compilation section. From this vantage point, the wall of dildos was behind me. The couple looking at the harnesses were behind a pillar covered in knick-knacks. All the other customers were in front of me.

There was a security camera on the ceiling two aisles in front of me.

But I had a plan for that.

With my left hand, I picked up a compilation DVD like I was studying it, considering a purchase. Then with my right hand, I put the butt plug on the DVD rack near my right knee.

I twisted the plastic packaging open without a sound, having practiced at home on the one I bought a few thousand times. I let the front part of the plastic hang open.

I felt like I was rounding second heading for third.

Now the tricky part. I had inserted enough lube inside me to grease a locomotive's engine but I needed to make sure I was extra slippery.

Not only was my butt not terribly used to having anything inside of it, but I was tense so my ass would likely be tighter than usual.

I had taped one of the small 99 cent tubes of Liquid Sky to the inside of my leather jacket and pinched it open. Devious and clever girl I am.

Lube dripped down into my fingers. I reached for the top of the butt plug and massaged the gel all around it, my eyes still studying the carnal intertwinings of what looked like several people on a boat trip on the cover of the DVD.

Rounding third.

I lifted the butt plug out of the packaging and put it under my skirt. Oh, baby, almost there.

I pushed it into my asshole. Shit, I was tense. I had practiced this several times at home with the medium butt plug I bought but here in the store I was way clenched up.

I pushed harder.

I must have made a noise because the girl at the counter looked up at me.

I smiled at her and put the DVD down. I picked up another one. The couple on the other side of the pillar talked about the mechanics of the harness.

Then they started to move toward me.
Shit. Shit shit shit.

This only caused my ass to tighten up even more.
Okay, Meghan, steady now.

I put the DVD in my left hand down and turned to my right, toward the couple. They were coming this way. I turned completely around and looked at the wall of dildos, my hand still on the base of the plug halfway up my ass.

Okay, Meghan. It's now or never.
Remember his voice and your assignment.

I took a deep breath and pushed very hard, focusing all efforts on relaxing as I felt myself widen. The couple with the harness moved directly in front of me. I just smiled at them and waited until they went past me before I stepped out behind them, arched my back a little, and rammed the butt plug all the way in.

Home plate!

I shook all over and must have made another sound because the couple both turned around to look at me.

"Are you all right?" said the girl.

"Yes," I said, catching my breath. "Yes, I'm fine."

They both looked at me like I had two heads. I noticed the girl at the counter was giving me the same look. I just smiled and pretended to look at another DVD. The couple moved on.

I left the plastic sheathing that once contained the butt plug on the low rack. Then I decided to move slowly toward the back of the store while the couple made their purchase. My plan was to loop back to the front area and then casually walk out the front door.

The hard part was over. Or so I thought. While I had practiced getting the medium plug inside me several billion times at home, I neglected to practice walking around with it inside me.

That proved to be an odd sensation, somewhat overpowering. With each step I took, I felt the plug move inside me. It felt like a bowling ball up there. Each step was a combination of discomfort, electrical charges, and happy tingles.

I made it to the back of the store, doing my best not to make any noise while pretending to be interested in everything around me. I was sweating profusely by now.

Finally I made it halfway around the loop. From where I stood at the end of the New Releases aisle, I could see cars going by on Boylston Street. Freedom.

But there were two guys looking at DVDs between me and the door.
Shit, what's wrong with both of you? Why are you here? Don't you know nowadays you just download porn?

I moved down the aisle slowly, my heart beating ever faster as I tried to stay calm. But it was impossible. The sheer excitement of the fact that I was stealing a butt plug... and it was in my ass right now... and that I was doing it because I was instructed to do so... engorged my cunt, filling it with my body's own Liquid Sky.

I made it past the first guy.

Oh God! I felt the plug move inside me.
I put a hand on the DVD rack closest to me. The sensation was overwhelming. It fed my wetness and sent shivers up and down my spine.

I looked around. Nobody had noticed. Good. The couple were finishing their purchase. The cashier was putting the harness in a big purple plastic bag.

I kept moving. Three more steps to the end of the aisle.
Come on, Meghan, you can do it.

One step. Then another. Then past the other guy, who smiled at me.

Then past the desk and ahead of the couple who were just about to head toward the door. They fell in behind me.

I pushed the door open and was out onto Boylston Street.

Ha ha!
Mission accomplished.
Oh God so good. I'm walking down Boylston Street with a sex toy in my ass!

I instinctively flattened out my skirt just in case. I felt like the whole world must be able to tell.

But of course they couldn't. Only I knew. A thought that excited me incredibly. Add in the sensations I felt as I walked and I was in heaven.

I took out the prepaid phone, selected my mentor's number and pressed Send.

"Hello," said the voice I now know so well... the eyes of whom I will soon see.

"It is done, mentor," I said.

"The plug is in your ass right now?"

"Yes, mentor."

"How does it feel?"

I wanted to shout
Amazing! Incredible!
but I went with...

"It's all right."

"Good. Now I want you to deliver it to me. Here is my address."

He told me. Shit. That's in fucking Manchester-by-the-Sea. A 30-minute drive. Fuck me, how am I going to get there with this giant missile in my butt? I have to take the T to my apartment, get my car, and then drive to Manchester-by-the-Sea.

But I'll do it.

"Yes, mentor," I said.

"Excellent. You will see my face in a very short while now. You are a wonderful student. You are making an excellent submissive. You will soon learn pleasure like you have never imagined possible."

He clicked off. I ducked into the subway and hopped on a Green Line trolley crowded with rush hour people on their way home. I looked around at the butts of the other girls around me. Some in tight jeans. Some in skirts. Some in dress pants.
How many of these butts are in as much pleasure as mine right now?
I wondered.

All thoughts and fears of something being wrong with me were replaced by the extreme delight that I had a dirty secret nobody knew about. My classes, Jake, Dan, my Dad, all my worries just drifted away in a mist as I headed to meet my mentor.

The house stood on an outcropping of rocks that jutted out into the Atlantic Ocean. A combination of old New England weathered shingles blended with sharp angles and modern straight lines. Lots of glass. A commanding view of the harbor and the ocean. Simply stunning.

Looks like my mentor is filthy rich.

If I weren't such a horndog, the house itself would make me wet. But I was way past wet as I pulled my 2005 Nissan Sentra up the private drive that led to the main entrance.

I just sat there, feeling horny, sexy, scared, frustrated, and incredibly happy all at the same time.

I heard a click as the Bluetooth earpiece came to life.

"Come in," said my mentor. "Open the door."

I took a deep breath and held it as I opened my car door. My butt had gotten used to its new invader friend but it flexed as I got out of the car.

I walked toward the door. A sudden flash of fear hit me. This house obviously belongs to someone extremely wealthy, but I could still be walking into my own death. I heard the theme to
Criminal Minds
playing in the background of my head.

No matter, I told myself. I am living. This is the choice of a real alive living girl who is excited and more alive than she ever felt. So be it.

With purpose, my feet led me to the large oak door with carved squares in it. I squeezed the handle and it opened. I walked inside.

I was in some sort of an entry parlor that led to a living area on the right. Everything was very manly, all muted colors with hints of gold. Not ostentatious, but obviously rich.

Abstract art decorated the walls. To my left was another seating area that led to a huge kitchen. There was no sound.

"Go straight ahead," he said through the earpiece.

I did, passing through an odd open design with lots of angles and high ceilings. I reached a door.

"Open it."

This is it. Deep breath, Meghan.

I turned the doorknob and opened the door.

I was in an office with a huge desk. Behind the desk was floor-to-ceiling glass, looking out over the rocks down to the ocean. A lighthouse twinkled in the distance, reflecting the setting sun. The water was deep gray in the late afternoon reddish purple glow of the sky.

Behind the desk in front of the window was a man. He faced away from me looking out. He wore grey dress pants and a dark blue striped shirt. He looked like he could be muscular underneath but definitely lean. He had a full head of brown hair, styled nicely. His arms were folded as he gazed out across the rocks.

"Close the door," he said.

His voice was even richer in person, a deep velvet tone that cut through the silence and made me want to obey.

I shut the door.

"Did you bring it?" he said.

"Yes, mentor," I said.

"Show me."

"Show you, mentor?"

"Yes, turn around, bend over, and spread your ass cheeks."

An electric thrill danced around me.

"Yes, mentor."

I turned around facing the door and bent over.

I heard him turn around but I couldn't see his face from between my legs. I could only see his polished shoes on the hardwood floor. They looked expensive.

"Very nice," he said. "You've done well. You have earned your reward. You may now turn around and see my face."

I started to shake. I turned around slowly. There I saw a face that any girl would recognize.

"Oh my God!" I said as I put my hands up to my mouth. "You're--"

"Quiet," he said. "It doesn't matter who I am. You are my student and I am your mentor. That is the only fact of relevance here, do you understand?"

"Yes, mentor."

But I still couldn't believe it. I'm in the same room with Tristan Slade. Billionaire entrepreneur. Star of his own reality television show. Thirty-five years old. The most eligible bachelor in America. Notorious womanizer.

I knew he lived in the Boston area, but I never knew where. Until now.

"How was your assignment?" he said.

"Good, mentor," I said.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, mentor."

"You've been a very good girl. You've done exactly as you've been told. I'm very impressed."

His deep blue eyes were even more gorgeous in person than on television. His jaw was straight and square, as if it had been carved out of rock. Toned neck muscles. I wanted to dive across the table and sink my teeth into them.

"Now it's time to give you the release you so crave. Are you ready to come like you've never come before?"

God yes! Please!

"Yes, mentor."

"Turn around, take off your skirt and lean the bottom of your ass on the table."

The thick glass table was oddly warm.

"Now take the base of the plug and move it back and forth a little."

I groaned as I felt it tugging against my exit.

"Do you know how many nerve endings are in your sphincter muscle and anus?"

"No, mentor," I said.

"Millions," he said. "Which was why I laughed when you said you couldn't can't enjoy anal. Today you will learn to feel deep pleasure in your ass. In fact, you will come from anal pleasure alone. Your pussy will not be touched."

His voice wrapped itself around me in a sultry mix of even tones that communicated directly with my subconscious. That must be it because I felt an orgasm build. But it seemed to originate from the spot I tugged right now.

"That's it," he said. "Back and forth in little motions. Feel all those nerve endings in your sphincter. They love being massaged. Your ass is a wonderful place. It is a wonderful pleasure center of the human body. A gift to be adored and cherished. Now pull the plug out."

I tugged harder, triggering a yelp.
Shit, is it stuck in there?
I tugged even harder. My ass stretched and I became afraid. I'm not used to experiencing this sensation with another person watching.

Not to mention it's a little painful. But not bad painful. A good kind of painful, if that makes any sense.
What makes sense anymore?

"That's it. You're doing fine. Keep going."

I tugged some more and gritted my teeth. God, I felt like I was being split right open. At the widest point, I felt a jolt, then relief as the plug came out. I made a silent wish that it was clean. I did everything beforehand to ensure it would be, but you never know.

I looked behind me at it. Clean. Whew. Then I took it by the base, turned it around and held it up, smiling back at him.

But he didn't smile. He kept his magnificent stare fixated on me.

"Now put it back in," he said.

What? What the fuck? Really?

The expression on my face must have given me away.

"Don't doubt me," he said. "You are about to get your reward. Now put it back in."

I could almost come from his words alone. I noticed I was sweating again. He made a circular twirling motion with his finger and crossed his arms again.

I turned back around, resuming the ass-on-table position and put the tip of the plug back to my asshole. It slid in much easier this time, although I still squealed at the widest point when it went back in. Again the electrical charge whammed through the wall to my cunt.

"Now take it out again," he said.

This time the nerves around my sphincter spasmed in delight as I pulled it out. I shook and felt a full-body shudder. I gripped the table with my left hand.

"Fuck!" I said.

"That's it," he said. "Now again... in and out."

This time was even better. It was like an earthquake in my body, a wall of pleasure that crashed through every organ.

I wanted to touch my pussy, now on fire and dripping hot trickles down my legs.

"Do
not
touch your pussy!"

Shit, my hand must have been involuntarily headed there.

"You will come when I say to come but you're not there yet. Keep pleasuring your ass."

I took the plug in and out several more times. By about the sixth or seventh time I felt my clit take charge from deep inside me, communicating somehow with my asshole.

I heard myself moaning as I moved the plug in and out, in and out. It was easy now. I was gaping wide.

My orgasm rose to its frenzied peak, pushing to get out. I couldn't believe it. I was riding the edge again, but all from the butt plug going in and out of my ass.
How is this possible?

"Are you ready to come?"

"Yes, mentor."

"You will come only at my command. You do understand that, don't you?"

"Yes mentor."

I was practically screeching now, my words coming out in a guttural stream. My hips moved back and forth involuntarily against the tabletop.

"If I don't tell you to come for another hour, then you will just keep pleasuring your ass and ride the edge until I release you."

"Yes mentor."

God, he's killing me! Oh my fucking God I need to come! I need to come now! The pleasure is too much.

"That's it," he said. "Now Meghan I want to ask you a question."

"Yes, mentor?"

"Are you a dirty girl?"

"Yes, mentor."

"Say it. Say 'I'm a dirty girl, mentor.'"

"I'm a dirty girl, mentor."

"It's okay to be a dirty girl, isn't it?"

"Yes, mentor."

"Say it. Say 'It's okay to be a dirty girl.'"

"It's okay to be a dirty girl."

I was half-screaming by now.

"Say, 'I love being a dirty girl.'"

"I love being a dirty girl!"

I'm not sure if my words were coming out in English anymore. They sounded more like something from an animal language.

"Good. Now come for me."

The world melted into a hot lava of delight as I exploded into volcanic convulsions. I screamed as my soul traveled all around the earth in splintered fragments.

It seemed to last an hour, my ass opening and closing, gripping and pushing the plug as my juices flowed out of me.
Holy fuck, I'm squirting!
I only never did that before.
Holy fuck!

As I saw my own ejaculate jetting out of me, I came again even harder. My toes curled up and my legs did a little hanging dance. I almost lost my balance but I put my hand out on the wall ahead of me as my ass fired my body up one more time into an ecstatic delirium and then released me.

As my final cum launched out of me onto the hardwood floor, I felt myself sink down to my knees. The plug fell out of my hand and I heard it thud onto the hardwood as I put both hands onto the floor, breathing in heavy gasps. The spot beneath me was drenched in fluids.

I stayed there like that for a while.

"Very good", said Tristan. "Very
very
good. I'll get you some things to clean up with. Be right back."

He left the office by another door alongside the same wall through which I entered but at the far end of the room. Slowly my breathing returned to normal. I pulled myself to my feet, slipping and sliding on the mess I created.

I was about to put my skirt back on when he returned with a silver tray. On it were three facecloths, two hand towels, two bath towels, a package of moist wipes, a bar of soap, and a shampoo.

"There is a bathroom through that door down there. Use it to get cleaned up if you like. I also put some clothes in there which I believe will fit you. When you're done, come back in and then out through this door and turn left. I'll be in the lounge."

I nodded, wondering if I was able to speak. He went out.

I took a facecloth off the tray and dabbed my face with it. I took one of each towel, the soap, and the wipes with me and walked down to the other door.

Sure enough, there was a full bathroom there with a large shower, toilet, and sink. On the sink was a small makeup kit. Everything was done in stunning golden marble. I closed the door behind me.

On a small table were a pair of white cotton panties, a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, a sweater, and a bra. Next to them were some large plastic Ziploc bags. This guy is good.

I took my clothes off, stood in the shower, and turned on the water. A massaging stream of hot clean hit me. I rubbed the soap all over me and relaxed into the wet heat.

I was very careful with my ass. I gently drifted the soap over it, massaging it ever so gently. I was afraid to look at it, afraid I might be able to see up into my throat.

Should I do my hair too?
Oh heck, may as well. I shampooed up and let the day wash off me.

When I got out, I found the mirror and bent over. I looked at my ass from between my legs and spread my cheeks.

Hmmm... looks normal. A little red but normal. I had worried what this might do to me in terms of controlling the exit, but I kept reminding myself that a lot of people are having a lot of anal sex all over the place.